Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor Two: How Dairy You?

A/N:

Hi 

I am a mess

but a good mess

no, no mess is good.

MESSES ARE 

GREAT. Thanks for reading :P

~IZZY~
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Yoongi awoke to the tangy smell of disappointment and...

Plastic.

Rolling over, he scoffed as he removed his cheek from the cold surface of the fridge floor. His entire jaw was sore from his nap; sleeping on a tough plastic shell was not comfortable.

"Fuuuuuuccckkk..." He yawned, his joints popping as he sat up. He eyed the towering milk container next to him. "Wasn't I supposed to do something today...?"

Wait, today? How long had he been asleep? What time of day was it? How was Noodle doing alone?!

WHO WAS HE?!

A faint whistle broke through his bombardment of anxious thoughts. Just loud enough for him to recognize the melody. One from his childhood.

You didn't have to cuuutttt me offffff!

The words came to Yoongi's mind like an automatic alarm clock, naturally bringing his consciousness to a more active state. He was not normally a morning person, so coming to from his naps was definitely a feat to be proud of. Forcing himself to his feet with help from the surface of the milk carton, the college boy wiped his tired eyes with a leaf from his armor.

Now you're just somebody that I used to know!

The whistling continued, prompting Yoongi to follow the tune, entranced by the lilts and rises of the whistler. Whom the boy remembered to be-

Oh.

That was right.

Yoongi flipped a switch in his brain to stealth mode as he quieted his footsteps. He didn't want the angry brown-haired genius to know he was being watched by the leaf boy.

Especially since the senior came off so rude the other day...but was now whistling. Of course, the song choice wasn't the most uplifting or positive...

But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.

Namjoon was the only other person in the fridge with Yoongi. And he, like Yoongi, had the horrible urge to escape back to their normal lives. The only problem was, Namjoon pushed Yoongi away. Said the leaf-boy would cause him more harm than aid.

"I'll show him." Yoongi whispered. "I'll show him how good and smart and badass of a person I am and then he'll let me help him."

The sound of the music grew steadily as Yoongi edged around the milk carton. After the end of Somebody That I Used to Know, the whistling stopped abruptly.

"Damn it!" Yoongi huffed as he turned the corner of the container that faced the water bottles, "How am I supposed to locate him now-"

"You've located him."

Namjoon stood stock still in front of the leaf-boy, looking down at him with a small frown. At a quick glance, Yoongi could tell that the other was suffering, his weight heavily propped on a bent piece of plastic that looked as if it had come from the side of a fruit container. The genius sported heavy lines etched into his gaunt face--which to Yoongi looked a little pale.